Dork Diaries Mackenzie Novels & Stories

Sienna playfully rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, come on, Mackenzie, it's just a dress. Don't go reading too much into it." Mackenzie plopped down in the chair across from Sienna's desk, looking relaxed. They were colleagues, around the same age, and just seemed to mesh - the kind of office buddies who could chat about anything, "So how's it going?" Sienna shrugged. "Just the usual." She closed her sketchbook and tossed the pencil on top of it. Mackenzie's green eyes lit up like a lightbulb as a thought struck her, "Oh yeah, someone's getting roped into being a plus-one soon!" she said, grinning.

I wish I could find a way to get them off my back or on my side because I'm tired of fighting with them. "So, Dakoda, I know you don't know anyone yet, but would you like to go to a party with me this weekend?" McKenzie asks me. I feel a sense of unease. I haven't been to a party since the last one with my sister. I'm about to decline when Korey interrupts and tells Mac that I have other plans. At that moment, I changed my mind. "Yes, McKenzie, I'd love to go to the party with you." "The hell you are," Korey whispers.

"She's the Dhampir, Mackenzie." Mr Jones turns to Mackenzie with a skeptical look and says, "Prove it." Mackenzie shifts, getting in his face and I swear his face drained of all color. She shifts back, smirking at him. "Now, can I get something to eat," she asks and he nods vigorously. "Anita keeps her job, got it?" "Y-y-yes," he stammers. "I'll have two specials and Anita will join me," she says lacing her fingers with mine. "We're having what you humans call our first date."

Using an amnesia spell without permission can lead to serious consequences if you're caught. In a few minutes Kali parks at a spot in the school's parking lot and we get out of his car and hold hands, heading to our first class. Chemistry. I love chemistry.

It’s not like she needed to worry – she’d be sipping from both mine and David’s drinks all night. Natchez is a small town. Everyone knows everyone – even if they don’t know them; it’s one of those places where you may not always associate with everyone, but you still know who they are. I recognized faces as we moved through the crowd, some I stopped to speak to, some I just nodded at. Once we’d gotten our drinks – a beer for David, a Dr. Pepper for Danni, and a Screwdriver for me – we made our way towards the foosball table near the front windows and placed our quarters for next game.

I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, the little flutter in my chest, the way my fingers tightened around my pen without me realizing it. Imagine him standing just behind me, leaning over my desk… lips barely a breath away… oh yes… fuck me daddy. I shook my head, pretending to focus on my notes, but my eyes kept darting to him. My imagination refused to be tamed. “Tell me something,” I murmured to Mia. She looked at me warily. “What?” “If someone wanted to get his attention… how would they do it?” Her eyes widened. “Anna, you can’t be serious.”

I agreed to be his assistant, damn it. She laughs. "Yeah, and don't let the giant dick steal your happiness. Screw him!" I bury my face in my hands. "I already did!" The situation can't be worse. Ashley stands up quickly, causing the couch to push back slightly. "Listen to me, Mackenzie." She points a finger in my direction, full of the courage I lack. "You are going into work and you're going to shake your shit. You'll be the best damn assistant he's had in his life and you'll show him you don't care. Mackenzie Marshal is a bad bitch and now that you've had him, you don't need him anymore."

Mackenzie says as she walks over Mackenzie was one of those girls who only wore black and smoked and stuff. She is a great friend to Amber-Rose and me and always makes sure we don't follow her lead and start smoking and stripping as she does. Yup, she's a stripper too. Any guy would want Mackenzie, she had confidence and self-assurance and she's a little rude. Her body was the perfect hourglass every girl wanted. Her hair was wavy and black and she was very beautiful.

“Great eggs as usual, Sprout! I’m gonna throw on some sweats for the gym. Mac, we can stop by your place so you can change.” He stood, taking his plate to the sink. “Can you pour me some coffee first, babe?” Mackenzie asked sweetly. “Sure,” Greg replied. He filled a mug and set it beside her plate before heading down the hall to his room. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I realized I was alone with Mackenzie. I resolved to act as if nothing had happened and took a step toward my seat. “Ahem,” she clucked, stopping me in my tracks. “I’d like some cream.”

I'm going crazy. “Anna Mackenzie” the secretary called, snapping me out of my reverie and causing me to jump a little bit. “You're ready for your session now.” The woman said. She smiled kindly at me, offering the best support I could have asked for. I nodded, “Yes... Yes, thank you.” I whispered.